You should change your username to NostrilDammits, cuz he was, you know, one-a them prediction guys who said stuff was gonna happen, but he wasn’t real clear about who and when? But then other smart people came along and interpreted it all for us and put it all in issues of the National Enquirer, but personally I don’t think old Nostril really foretold the Batboy. You ever wonder if he can find earphones to fit him right? I had a pair of those sound-deadening earphones that were really uncomfortable, so I traded up to Bose, which are pretty cool, but they cost a lot. I don’t think Batboy has a high enough income to afford them.
I’m sleepy. Still. I just got up from a nap. My sinuses hurt. Ick!
I predict everybody’s goin’ to have a f-aaaaaa-bu-lous year full of excitement, adventure, poke chops and pie! How’s that?
Should one tap dance while making pastry? Wouldn’t that cause the pastry not to rise?
FCM good MMP! One thing though, I thought everyone loved all the details of the minutiae of my life and thus nothing was ever too much. 
Welcome indecisive1! Share recipes and TMI. Stuff involving poop and puke is always good.
More later when my haid feels better. Also, it’s ACBG’s birthday and I’m being nice all day which is hard. I even made him waffles and bacon this morning before he went to work which he wasn’t supposed to but did because apparently there’s a whole bunch of new patients out there needing home health services being as both local hospitals apparently emptied out over the past few days, or somethin’ like that. He’s finishing up and will be over in a bit. We’ll probably go out and have an early dinner then I’ll be doin’ some birthday wishin’ for a while.
Ahem…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ACBG!
HAAAAAAAAPPPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
That’s just golden.
I got a glass splinter this morning, but no baby, but I’m not sure I’m one of the cool kids.
I am, according to the news, at the forefront of the baby boomers turning 60. I won’t be until June, but 1946 was the first year of the boom.
I’m not liking this much…
Puggy I just know that ACBG will be thrilled to learn that a complete and total stranger just sang “Happy Birthday” to him on an internet message board in blue, bold, size seven type. I’ve shown him some stuff we talk about before and all he says is “This is too weird for me.” He doesn’t quite get it but he sorta understands why I just lurve it around here.
I think he’d be very afraid if a buncha MMPers showed up for a pool party though. Not that that’s a bad thing.
picunurse - of course you’re one of the Cool Kids - you’re here, aren’t you??
Whew - home again after a morning of chores. We had a nice breakfast, then winterized the boat. All of the water lines are now full of antifreeze, so it can get icy cold and the boat will be good. Till March or April when we de-winterize it and (I hope) sell it.
After the boat stuff, we went to Lowe’s and bought a couple of roman shades for the kitchen and the family room. Plus we got some drapes for the family room. Then we went to Petco for a feathered cat-toy-on-a stick, followed by a stop at JoAnn’s for some of that pinch pleat tape for the new family room drapes. See, they’re rod-pocket drapes and I want pinch pleat drapes that’ll work on a traverse rod. I’ll just sew on the tape, then use the magical pleating drapery hooks and it’ll be Jakerrific!
I also found some fabric I like for dining room drapes. But I’m not sure it’ll go with the color of the dining room, so we’ll need to take a sample back to the fabric store. Then I need to decide what the heck we’re going to do for the bow window in the living room. I was thinking just sheers. Or maybe cellular blinds. I don’t know - I hate making decorating decisions.
Next major home remodeling project will be the bedrooms. Paint and fan in one. New closet, paint and fan in the second. Removal of mirror tiles and border, new paint and new drapes in the master. Eventually, we’ll do something with the gawd-awful bathrooms.
So, that’s my personal predicitons for 2006. Plus somewhere in there, I’ll take and post kitty pics. But so far, she’s being a little snot and mostly hiding. She came out last night while we were watching TV in bed, but I wasn’t gonna take pics while **FCD ** and I were all nekkid and stuff. That’s just too scary and way more TMI than swampy ever got. You’ll just hafta be patient for kittty pics.
I have managed to take a shower and load the dishwasher. I watched some awful TV movie and entered HGTV dream home giveaway.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
I’m gonna get all motivated and stuff, I just know I am. I really want to get the Christmas decorations down; I’m sick of looking at them.
Ooh! I forgot to add:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ACBG!
I hope you get to feeling better Swampy. It’s hard to be nice when you feel like crap and just want to be a growly bear.
I forgot; I have to go to the grocery store because I’m out of milk and I need to get the fixin’s for dinner. I’m just gonna make my layered pasta casserole. The hubby and kids love it, it’s not all that difficult to prepare, and if I make a big enough casserole, I’ll have leftovers for tomorrow’s dinner.
I now have a white roman shade in my kitchen and a brownish one in the family room. It was supposedly “linen” but it looks like coffee-stained linen. But it looks good with the drapes, so that’s what matters.
I’ll sew the pleat tape to the drapes later this week, and the family room will be finished, except for furniture, which is still Early Miscellaneous.
Cat is still hiding under the bed. I expect she’ll come out tonight when we’re in bed. We still haven’t introduced her to Bernie, and she doesn’t seem to be interested. She has issues. I wonder how long before truce is declared?
Ivylad is watching the Ohio State-Notre Dame game. I made nachos for dinner.
I’m trying to rack up enough points in Word Whomp on pogo.com to win the monthly $1000 prize.
I had a wonderful rave review and got a lovely raise.
We had a blast at Busch Gardens.
And Happy Birthday to ABCG!
Oops…forgot the TMI for swampbear.
Under my jammies I’m wearing a red bra and matching red panties. Yes, Ivylad knows.
What a coincidence! So am I! 
Well, swampy, I now have to go bleach my brain. You’ll pay for that!!!
Hee!
The Predictor is tired–and I looked at it again and it’s really called the DecisionMaker, so there you are.
Those to whom I did not get: consider your new year as a fresh start and good one. *
I think I mixed up Spatialrift and Sean–see? I do not belong in grad school, I belong under that bridge…
Reviewed some math tonoc–I have come to a Decision re math.
Math has some rules that just plain don’t make sense (aka noone has every bothered to explain them to me in a way I understood them), but that is irrelevant. Just memorize the damned rules and play by them. Luckily, I do not suck at arithmetic. I give up on Geometry–there is no way I can relearn 4 years of HS algebra in 10 days. So, I will do what I can.
*pastry does not rely on yeast to “rise”–pastry relies on fat and flour-so you can tap dance your heart out, if so desired.
Or you can go take a nap; sounds like you might need one.
I’d love to take a nap right now.
Really? You’re wearing blue paisley lounging pajamas and lavender slippers too? 
Of course, that’s OVER the red bra and panties
ivylass, if I wake up screaming tonight after having a nightmare about swampy in the aforementioned attire, I’m going to track you down and slap you silly. :mad:
Well, my kid came to town last Thursday, and went back this afternoon. He had a good time with his local buds getting stuck in the sand at Nag’s Head, but couldn’t buy fireworks cuz nine of them were 18 yet.
Tomorrow is my first day on the new job, working as a contractor for the Coasties. NASA will now fold because I left…
Bought a new cordless drill with my Christmas bux. No lasers included.
Watch me oogie just about everyone here:
I’m wearing red men’s bikini briefs under my jeans right now…
When Da Rugrat was here, he was acting all proud of a leather coat he got for Christmas from my inlaws. So, being rather cheeky, I tried it on. I’ll be damned if it didn’t fit! 
When I did laundry for his return trip, I tried on some of his jeans (this time with permission), and those fit, too. I haven’t worn 38X30 pants since I was in college. 